how we judge each other without thinking,
when a red bird landed on a branch outside my window.
I watch as the sun beams cascade to the west
and this perfect day is just about done. Like an old friend,I want to say good-bye to a day I won’t see again.
I’ll take my dog with me and I’ll watch
her turning round and round from the joy of being outside.
I might turn round and round from the joy of it all, too.
Tomorrow I’ll write about judging others and how
I do it sometimes without thinking. Today the red bird calls,the squirrels are chattering, and I want to walk in the grass.
